After spending two days hunting throughout the entire city, I managed to find my way back home safely. For the first time in seven years, the guards let me into my cell without hesitation.
I felt as if I was in complete disbelief. Everything seemed surreal to me, especially as I looked around at the dirty walls covered with graffiti and the broken window. There was a thick layer of dust coating every object in the room, the air was stale, it stank, and the whole place had a very unpleasant atmosphere.
The fact remained that I hadn't made it home by the end of the year. Although many things had changed in the village and its surroundings over the years, in the beginning I had always thought that I'd come back. Now, though, all that was left of the village and the people living in it was n
